Triggers (only applied knowledge is truly powerful.

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Before therapy I was unaware of my triggers and could not escape the insidious cycles with their regretful aftermath.  In therapy I learned to identify my triggers, accept the reasons, and learn new coping skills (that have to practiced) to recover quicker.

The triggers have not gone away but after therapy I am more able to prepare when possible.  If I know a situation will cause me to be triggered I can use skills practiced in therapy by planning ahead.

Once triggered one skill I use often is to ground myself by observing my surroundings and telling my mind and body, “that was then, this is NOW.  I am NOT a vulnerable little girl anymore.  I am NOW an adult able to protect myself.  I may have a memory of a past traumatic event that “feels like” what is happening now but the BIG difference is the tools my therapist gave me.

Therapy was about doing the work to know self, accept self and to love self.

If therapy is truly working self acceptance will be your anchor while healing.  This was the essential ingredient I needed to heal.  Understanding self empowered me to change.

I will be talking about triggers for a while because after therapy the work continues. Knowledge is not truly powerful until applied.

Resentment (it is a state of mind)

Resentment equals un-forgiveness.  Letting go is healthy.  Holding grudges is a poison that erodes every relationship, especially the one we have with ourselves.  Loving ourselves includes not letting animosity rent space in our hearts or heads.

 

Mom’s and Mental Illness

I was a depressed teenager  with three children. I was already predisposed to depression before I even pushed through backwards out of my depressed mother’s womb. I fought hard for this happiness and I just want help other young mothers suffering from depression while trying to do the best they can for themselves and their children. #IwasJustThinking

2015 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 260 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

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Holding on to Happy

Before Therapy I would go into a severe depression when I felt that I had disappointed someone.  Some selfish person would try and guilt trip me into seeing things their way for what ever reason.  I would not speak up. I would dwell on the experience.  I felt bad because they told me I should feel bad.

I would fill my mind with negative thoughts and spiral into a deep depression.  The guilt tripper would not even know the amount of damage or the effect of my self inflicted abuse.  I just could not cope with knowing someone was not pleased with me and go out of my way to either avoid that person or find a way to mend the energy between us.

After therapy I realize the best way to cope is to do what is right for me.  I can deal with the disappointment of others about me not doing what they see as best.  I can allow that to be their truth.

I am okay with me and I am enough.  I am brave and courageous.  My faith in God keeps me strong and resilient.

Not my blood

No apologies for living my life on my own terms.

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Every one  wants something from me
they’ve taken my heart and my soul
control of mind I gave
now they want my blood
weren’t my tears enough

are not my scars the badge of honor they wear
never did they care about me
they take, they took

and continue to take
but they call me the crook
memories of horror
disgusting memories
embed in my sinew
are the etchings of abuse,
misuse, rejection, oppression
and now they want blood

I gave my dignity and
my body offered in sacrifice for their love
and they still want my blood
does anybody ever look outside of themselves
into the eyes of hurting souls

I gave years of dedication and devotion
went through poverty, lack and want
put up a front in front of my peers

bent over backward and kissed my own ass
trying to make the charade last

all I got…

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Positive Funk

Valley Poetry from the late 90’s I won twenty dollars for this one when I read in what I thought was an open mic but was really a contest. One of the many signs the universe gave me that this writing poetry thing was my calling.

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Positive Funk

is where you go to work on self
you can’t take anyone along
funky place in your spirit
filled with your own bittersweet song

you don’t mind staying funky for a while
cause you know there won’t be a crowd
they don’t understand you see
about this  funky place you be

but you very well comprehend
this positive funk you are in
this funk is a good funk
the kind that builds you up

you don’t smell this
you feel it
you welcome the enriching experience
don’t share  it
cause you couldn’t if you wanted to
it’s designed just for you

it’s too funky for your loved ones
so they just let you do what you gotta do
this funky place is fertile ground
where all the seeds of life are growing
you’ll find pride, greed and all the  negative emotions

but be patient cause positivity will soon…

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I approve of me

Before Therapy, I gave away my power because I did not value myself. I thought I deserved mistreatment. I constantly sought approval from those that did not deserve me.

After Therapy, I stand up for myself. I don’t allow anyone to mistreat me. I set clear boundaries and have the strength and value of self to enforce them. #therapyworks

Self Publishing?

Thanks God.  On the days when we can see the vision clearly but it seems so far away the universe always gives us that push we need to keep going. Giving up is not an option. Our soul bears witness to the purpose.

I have been working on my book non-stop since January of this year. 7 years ago the first draft was printed.  Discouragement tried it’s hand today.

I purchased some classes to help me understand the self publishing process.   The part on the five step process of Editing made me pause.  That could take months.  it felt like a kick in the gut, at first, but after much prayer I am pressing forward.

Love, Peace and “the souls’ poet” mozayikorchids